tooth soup

Don’t worry, I’m not breaking down again. In fact, quite the opposite, I’m practically normal again. Lately I’ve been of the view that when I get into a depressed mood it’s not really a big problem, because I know within the next 24 hours I’ll probably be feeling on top of the world again. The rollercoaster ride of Phill’s emotions rolls on :|

Wednesday was my birthday – something which I share with Joanne from my primary school, Gwennyth Paltro, Mr Delui (a customer who walked in to my store randomly last night), Meat Loaf, My aunt Diekske, Mr. Powell next door and Jennifer in my uni course. To my mind it’s not really that strange that I know so many people with the same birthday, all you have to do to justify it is count back nine months.

West Coast won the footy grand final. Wootlahs for them.

I’m tired.

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